In the old days they dreamed of rivers of HONEY and streets of GOLD.

Today, I dream of rivers flowing with clean water and fish swimming in
flooded fields, jumping up to get caught.
Today, I dream of streets with no guns, needles, empty bottles and such.
I dream of tree boxes filled with flowers and tended to by neighbors and
folks helping each other get on in this world.

Paradise in yesteryear was a place in the clouds that excluded.
For me, today, paradise is a place where nature is tended to and ALL people
have an intention to help one another.

In a time not too long ago, if one followed the beat of a different drummer,
there was great risk of loss.
Today, I want the drummers to step up their music.
DRUM LOUD so folks can here the intricacies of rhythms and beats playing
together…In sync and sometimes not…

Just yesterday I failed…I may have lost a friend.
Today, I start again. My true friends mirror compassion. They offer love.
This teaches me to move through paradise in renewal.

Today, paradise is HERE,NOW….A place to revisit again and again..

This day, this morning, go out..begin tending to paradise…
Some of us have been standing outside the gate for too long now.
Today is a day to let dreams flood in….
Reach your hand out and catch one.
Or, get down on your knees and tend to the earth and let nature takes its
course…..Paradise will move through you in ways unimagined.